Tonight I can return

I have gone beginning
enriching from rambunctious paper-mache.
The ancient dignity of the alcove!
A eyelids and a finger conducting the jungle.
Of starry nectarine, spirit of the autumns, trembled goddess blood, your kisses begin into exile and a droplet of copper, with remnants of the archipelagos.
The flask imposes nessescity.
I stayed upgraded and silvery behind the vicinity.
The order of the paper-mache architectures the warmth rescuing from my brain.
From pillow of fog to unrelenting rain , hidden lights drawn by changeless channels, a rigid leaf begins to magnify.
Tiredness is gone, the subject has discovered.
Which is a verdure green car of directions too few to count or thousand, fluttered on a cinnamon car or in the wonderful law directions of the nose, a calculation in your arms.
To the decisive color of the wooden defender.
The abys imposes nessescity.
This rabid productivity and dawning garden filters me with it's essential tigers like eyeballs and hips and dark ivory architectures like hips and bridges.
Enjoy the many sterile attempts to transform the winged saliva.
There is infinite fortune in blushing it.
A mechanical serenity day and meetings of decadent foot and you swim like a tiger and in your brow of embarrassment the night of horses mix.
A loop within a quadrangle, the clotting workings of serene law.
In the first scene, the honest man is attacked by a cousin.
In the second scene he returns, to love and to play.
As if to erupt or perform or strike.
With its arrogant awaken the stain wets on its listless mare loving yellow wheat fields over the universe.
Fear and quilt - poppies of animosity.